❝ sometimes you need to leave the people you love most because they're better off without you. ❞ // sequel to "letters to you." copyright, all rights reserved. [lowercase intended.]

She was running. Was she? The brown hair with blonde tips flowing through the wind. Followed by her footsteps left on the mud. The rain, showering her with water as she ran. And she kept on running. And never stopped. It's been months since I lost Laura. It's been months since Laura lost her family. All in a tragic car crash right on the same day I left for the world tour. But why? Why is it that I felt like I saw her? Is it her? Or someone else...

"Why do you call me that?" "Everyone has been calling you Snow Queen since you transferred schools and you're just now asking why?" he asked incredulously. "Yeah, I guess I am." He looked straight into my eyes and said, "It's because you're like snow; beautiful and cold."